Dream

[avevale_intelligencer]

Last night I was dreaming a Doctor Who story. Not a particularly classic one, from the bits I remember. The Doctor was McCoy, the Master was involved though i never saw him, and the setting was the back end of North London.

I don't think it actually started out as a Who story, because I remember the character I was following, who gradually became me, set out from the North of England to seek his fortune, and on his way down into London had to cross a river by means of a disused barge which had a gangplank on each side, and met a couple of disreputable idiots in oil-stained blue overalls who spent their lives taking home-grown legal drugs in a patch of overgrown wilderness on the southern side where a railway line used to be, getting horrible allergic reactions from the nettles and the drugs, but going on taking them anyway. He talked to them about Nycons*, and they seemed impressed with the idea, and he went on his way.

At some point, presumably after I became me, the Countess became involved, along with a carful of her aunts, also from the North, who were exactly like the women from Last Of The Summer Wine. They eventually left, and the Countess, for some reason, had to follow them part of the way in a horse and cart which we found in a disused garage. The Doctor and I set off northwards to thwart the Master and recover the TARDIS. On the way we had to cross the river via the barge again, and we found the two idiots were now squatting in it. It was twenty years later, the Nycons had run their course, but these two had been running a sort of permanent cargo-cult Nycon (gods know what it was like) in a disused warehouse (for some reason I seem to have the idea that everything in North London is disused) the whole time. I was tired by this point, so we stayed on the barge to rest, and when we woke up it had been arrested and was being towed along by the police. A nice young policeman gave us our shoes and two of those submarine sandwiches full of salad, and one or more of those legal drugs must have been effective, because the Doctor and I wwere both trying to work out which to eat and which to put on our feet when I actually woke up.

Nonsensical last line: "At this point everyone wants to know where's the animal and what's eating it. Well, the answer is, there *is* no animal, and *nothing's* eating it!"

This is why I tend not to remember my dreams. They're not bad, just badly plotted.

*Nothing to do with New York. For those of you too young to remember, we used to have twice-yearly gatherings of friends for food, fun and the occasional song, till we both got too ill and stressed-out to deal with the necessary preparation. The Countess has recently said that she misses them...

Comments

[do0odlebug.livejournal.com]

My dreams tend to be similarly coherent. For a long time, I rarely - if ever - remembered them, just that I'd had one. Then I started taking anti-depressants (doctor's orders) and the dreams became rememberable, a not uncommon side effect, I gather. Which would have been less confusing if the effect had stopped when I stopped the pills. Alas ...

Still, it did mean I knew at last who the person of my dreams was. I'm not sure that he (someone I worked with at the time) would have appreciated knowing it mind. Certainly, I never had the courage to tell him.

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

"The Countess has recently said that she misses them..."

I miss them too. Perhaps I need to put some thought and/or effort into getting that WhoChelCon(WithOptionalSingeing) off the ground...

[eoforyth.livejournal.com]

I miss the Nycons too, although not half as much as I miss you two.

You and the Countess seem to be part of my memories of Filk Firsts. My first Filkcon in Peterborough, where you lost the cat in the hotel room, my first house filk, where the Countess found me peering out at everything from under the table and came and joined me. That was also my first Nycon and first live sex show, although I was oblivious to the fact at the time (how could I ever forget The Sheet?)

Hugs to you both

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Well, that's driven half my flist screaming into the middle distance. I wonder how the other half will react?

[eoforyth.livejournal.com]

Well, obiously that last was not exactly what happened, as otherwise I would have run screaming for the hills

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

But they don't know that, do they?

Clarification for the benefit of those who may be wondering: Nycons do not include and have never included "live sex shows."
Or sex of any kind, actually, as far as I know. Thank you.

[eoforyth.livejournal.com]

I apologise for speaking out of turn. I was referring to something that became a bit of a joke but, as you point out, I put it somewhere without suitable qualifiers and unsuitable language for an open post. Please feel free to delete the offensive reply and leave this apology, and I'm sorry upset you with my mistake.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

It's all right, and I'm not upset. I've just learned the hard way that one person's joke is another person's "OMG he said WHAT???" All has now been made clear, and I'm not going to go deleting posts. *hugs*

Someday the story of the Sheet may have to be told in full...but not yet. :)

[alyramoondancer.livejournal.com]

Well, badly plotted or not, your dream gave me the best laughs I've had so far today. Thank you! (I have got to keep up better here...)